December 5, 2010

  • I woke up to sunshine and meandering snow.


    illustration by Laura Laine

    It drifts past my window, lazy and sparkling. I'm hoping turns into something more. There is so much promise in the first snow - a clean slate for a new season. And it's all tangled up in the holidays, too. Maybe, as adults, it's the last Norman Rockwell expectation we can count on. 

    We had a terrible, awful fight with the landlord yesterday. He is quite literally insane. He accused us of sabotaging our own living spaces just to make him miserable. I have to get out of here. That psychopath is getting way too much of my brain.

    In nicer news, I made my first batch of Christmas cookies. They were absolutely average (as the first try tends to be). It doesn't matter. The novelty will carry the craft and they'll be eaten in a couple of days. And now that I remember how to conjure this domestic magic, the next batch is bound to be better.

    I plan to test this theory today.

    g.

     

     

Comments (1)

  • The first snow here was a few weeks ago, but it felt the same way. When it snows for the first time, everything feels brand-new, for a little while - like somehow you can do things you couldn't do before.

    I'm sorry you're dealing with such craziness from your landlord. But there's hope of getting out, isn't there? I'll keep crossing my fingers for a lovely new place. In the meantime, I'm glad you're doing Christmas-y things. I'm itching to do Christmas baking, too - but first, exams. Sigh.

    Happy snowy Sunday,

    h.

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